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Horreur || Princesse || Motive Reaction

She couldn’t stop her poor shaking hands.

A hand placed over her mouth, she made any attempt possible to bite back the scream building in her throat, or at least hoping it would be muffled. This...couldn’t be true, could it?

It hit her like a ton of bricks-- she was right to not make friends yet. It was for the best. She remained quiet throughout the entirety of the first murder and trial, not wanting to speak up in fear that she would be targeted, either by accusations of murder or by the next murderer themself. 

Yet, she couldn’t stop the screams and the tears, fear coursing throughout her entire body. 

“...This...h-has to be...fake...right...?”

Even after those words left her mouth, she couldn’t bring herself to believe them.

“...None of you...d-don’t...come near me.”

Despite her soft tone, there was a sort of venom behind her words. Though she seemed frightened by nearly everyone in the room, she made no attempt to walk away, tears welling in her eyes.

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shsl-wantonwarfare:

War is here with comforting words:

Of course you’re going to die. But not here. Is that what you mean?

Really the time to be arguing semantics?

They’re looking right at her. Keeping a safe distance, though. With those long legs of theirs, their stride is probably wider than hers, but with this much space, she ought to have enough of a head start if things ever go south. Did they leave it like that on purpose? Remains to be seen.

“H-how do you know...!? How...d...how do you k-know I won’t...die here...!? You...don’t know...”

Well, that obviously did not make her feel better. And it especially didn’t help when she noticed who exactly was speaking to her. Everything about them screamed frightening. Tall, cold...even their colour scheme made her think ‘I’m afraid’. 

The only comfort she had in this situation was their distance...

“I ca...can’t die here if I do...I...I w-won’t...see...-- sorr-ry...I just...I c-can’t...die here...”

Qui Vivra Verra || Princesse || Reaction / Open

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shslkaleidoscope:

His crying and loud sobbing seemed to decrease when the girl began to whisper and coo at him, his eyes trained on her face as he began to hiccup instead of stutter. She looked so calm…Her being there eased his grief a lot without him realizing it, but she still seemed really ridgid. The concern she seemed to hold for him though made him happy… Was she okay too? Chai made an attempt to crawl over, but realizing he still had blood on him, he stopped and sat there hugging his knees. “I-I still h-hav-ve blood-d on-n me…” She was being so nice and offering him comfort, but he didn’t want to get her dirty. “C-Can you pl-lease s-sit here w-with me…?” He asked with a small hiccup.

“J-Just unt-til I c-calm down…”

She wasn’t okay. Princesse...wasn’t okay. She couldn’t really hold down the panic-- she was certain that as soon as she left she’d begin to cry and scream again from how scared she was...but for now she kept it hidden. If she showed her fear...she’d be an easy target. Someone would target her.

So she had to swallow it down. Pretend it was alright. And everything...would be okay.

“...Ah...it’s...ok-kay...I...I’ll sit with you...”

Why was she doing this? Princesse questioned herself as she moved closer and sat down on the floor, patting down her skirt for a moment before looking over at Chai, a gentle smile remaining on her face.

Perhaps it was the thoughts of her brother. Something about this boy seemed similar to him, strangely.

“...I’m here...okay...? I’m here...I promise...”

Can't Breathe || Reaction / Open || Ch 1.

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Entre-Nous || Princesse| Closed for Medusa

She was scared to leave her room.

Ever since the incident where…Death died, she felt like it was impossible to leave her room. It had become a safe haven rather quickly, and just walking towards the door made her feel…anxious. But she had no choice but to leave. If she didn’t, she wouldn’t be able to eat or move around, considering the size of the room wasn’t enough for her to stretch her legs in.

Plus…she got lonely. She hated the feeling of being lonely. Even if it was just being around someone she hated…she needed something. 

It didn’t make much sense, did it? She was afraid and kept her distance but…when she felt lonely…she needed to find people. Even she didn’t understand how that worked but it’s just how it was. She had to speak until she felt drained, until she didn’t want anyone else around her.

Things had to feel normal again.

Ignoring the pit in her stomach, she quickly made her way out of the room and into the hall, hoping to meet someone for once. Before she could walk away and search another room for a companion, the door next to hers opened, and out stepped another girl…

With…a snake mask…?

Scary…

Still, wanting to make somewhat of an impression, Princesse managed to smile…though it seemed to waver, filled with fear and worry. She also made it a point to avoid eye contact…mostly due to the snakes.

“…Um…hello there…! U-um…a…are you um…d…doing alright…?”

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shslkaleidoscope:

The voice behind him didn’t register with Chai right away. It was soft and sort of broken, his head only lifting for a moment to see who was there. It made him jump and try and back away, but he continued to lay there and cry instead. If she did decide to hurt him, which probably wasn’t the case she looked really nice, Chai wouldn’t have fought back.

“I-I…” His attention on the girl was what got him to keep his focus off his panic, his hands coming away from his throat as he sobbed opening. “I-I’m s-s-scared-d…” She was so pretty…He wanted to reach out and hug her, but fought the urge and instead sat up, holding himself tightly. His breaths were coming in short and panicked now. “P-Please….D-Don’t leav-ve m-me…” He cried out, closing his eyes and hanging his head low. It was almost like he was begging.

What...was she supposed to do in this situation...? She never had to do anything like this for anyone-- usually she was the one who was crying and needed attention. Her parents would hold her and comfort her until she was alright and happy again. But...she wasn’t nurturing like they were. She wasn’t as kind and gentle.

The only memory she had was of her brother, who was...as much as a crybaby as she was. There was a time or two where she had made an attempt to cheer him up again...

“...It’s...okay to be scared...shhh...it’s okay...”

Her voice fell into a whisper, trying to comfort him as best as she could. She tried to channel the few times she was with her brother and what she had done then. It...was difficult, though, to do it with a stranger.

‘What if he was dangerous?’

No...that was very unlikely. She lightly shook her head at the thought before forcing a gentle smile.

“...I won’t leave...I promise I won’t...okay...? I’m here...you can...hug me...i-if you need to...”

She hated physical contact. It made her uncomfortable...but she didn’t want to deny him what she got when she was comforted back at home. She...wanted to try and help.

But it was scary.

Can't Breathe || Reaction / Open || Ch 1.

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wan--wan:

Once they heard the screams, Shiba approached the girl quickly, lip quivering as they reached out to gently grasp onto Princesse’s shirt sleeve. Despite how peppy and bright they usually were, it seemed they looked a bit more tender now.

“Ms. Pretty lady…. Please don’t cry and scream… Please please please don’t scream… I’m sorry, let’s go away okay? Lets go away from the room…. Don’t cry, don’t cry….”

Shiba had never experienced someone looking so distressed before, and the sight had caused them to want to reach out and try to help the girl, especially considering how pretty she looked. Was it just because of how upset she was, or was it something different? It was hard to tell, really. 

Following along with their gentle pleas, they attempted to guide the other out of the room, or at least point her in the direction of the door. The actual sight of Death being impaled doesn’t seem to have affected them nearly as much as all of the screaming did. 

“Don’t cry…. No more screaming okay?…”

Princesse jumped a little, scared at the sudden grasp of her sleeve-- though it was gentle, she was...uncomfortable. It wasn’t okay to be this close to people. She shouldn’t be this close, even if they invited themselves to it. But she remained silent besides a small whine under her breath. 

“...I...s...sorry...I’ll s-stop... Sorry if I...s-scar-red you...l...let’s go...”

She normally wouldn’t play along-- she didn’t want to be around other people right now...but there was something about them that made her feel a pang of guilt if she shooed them away. So Princesse allowed the other to guide her, walking towards the door.

Princesse nods gently, whispering “I won’t” under her breath until she makes it out of the room and...looks over the person who led her out. They were...certainly colourful. Much more interesting than she was.

But she also couldn’t help but let out a small giggle.

“Heehee...y-you...it’s funny...someone in a dog mask walking me around...-- s-sorry was that...rude to say...? S...sorry... But um...thank you...for helping. I’m sorry if I was...too loud I...I was just...scared...”

Playing with her tie and fidgeting a little, Princesse tried her best to keep a smile on her face.

“Um...I’m Princesse...b-but don’t...treat me like a real Princess I...I’m r-really not...but some people around here hav-ve...what’s your name...?”

Qui Vivra Verra || Princesse || Reaction / Open

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Princesse didn’t think anyone would take this as badly as she did. It was, in a way, egotistical of her...fitting for a Princess, huh? But she was known for taking things badly and beyond the normal reaction one should have. Even in dire situations, she didn’t feel justified in her overreaction, and though she wasn’t the only one taking things badly...she usually was the one taking first worse, even if it wasn’t apparent. 

But she wasn’t the one who was next to the one who had died. She wasn’t the one being splattered in blood and traumatized that up close. It was a rare feeling but...she felt bad for someone else.

After calming down somewhat, Princesse decided to follow the boy, concerned for his wellbeing. The sound of crying caused a feeling of disgust and sadness in her stomach, but she wasn’t sure why she felt the former. Perhaps it was towards the situation? That they were in something so horrible that people were crying and in fear?

It didn’t matter. With a small, gentle voice, Princesse made an attempt to call for his attention.

“Um...d...do you...need help...? S...Sorr-ry...”

Princesse stood behind him, but kept a reasonable distance. She knew first hand you weren’t supposed to touch people who were panicking like this unless they wanted it. Or well...that’s how she felt during those times.

But her distance had a selfish reason behind it too. What if...he snapped and killed her suddenly. 

She couldn’t get too close.

Can't Breathe || Reaction / Open || Ch 1.

Chai couldn’t move. He couldn’t breathe. Standing the closest to Death at the time, mainly because the old man reminded him vaguely of his grandfather (vaguely), he thought it would be a better option…But he’d made a really bad decision that day. He watched as his body was thrown into the chandelier, impaled and blood rushing down the spears. The only thing Chai could do was stand there in shock, his body trembling and tears thickening and spilling over his mask and into the blood on his face.

“N-No…I-I..How can….How can…H-How…”

For a moment, Chai stopped breathing. His chest constricted and his hands came up to his throat in a panic as he began to hyperventilate. No no no they can’t be dead!! T-They were just alive…How?! Chai eventually moved himself towards the door to get away from the body. His breaths were coming in short, quick pants, his legs barely carrying him out of the theater and down the hall where he collapsed in front of one of the dorms. He wasn’t too sure where he was, but when he hit the ground, he began to cry hysterically, heaving and hitting the floor hard in attempts to gain some air into his lungs. He wanted to go home now.

He didn’t see someone coming up behind him.

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Qui Vivra Verra || Princesse || Reaction / Open

All she could do was scream.

The moment there was blood, screams flew from Princesse’s mouth, deafening herself from whatever was happening around her. This couldn’t be real. This couldn’t be happening. 

Her body froze, and she didn’t think she could move.

‘Sitting duck. You’re going to die. If you can’t run you’ll be killed because you’re weak. You’re easy to kill.’

No matter how many times she told herself to run, she couldn’t. It was painful. She felt paralyzed.

‘Run. Run. If you don’t run you won’t see him again. Is that what you want? You can never say sorry to them.’

No. No it wasn’t. So why? Why couldn’t she move.

Her screaming finally died down, and she regained motion in her limbs. But now…she didn’t know where to go. She didn’t know what to do. 

Was this going to be how she died?

“N-no…! This can’t…be happening…! N-no…I…I can’t die…I can’t…!”

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lennythedestroyer:

“Mmm, a good question!” Lenny responds with a sparkling sense of curiosity.

“Lenny is a very strange name indeed. It alludes to my mask, I know for sure, but why is my mask like this? Why isn’t it all serious and mysterious like Phantom-kun, or cute and cuddly like Chiba-chan’s? Or even super beautiful like yours! It’s really a little disappointing.” 

The fake look on her mask seems to coincide with where her eyes truly lie, as she spaces out in thought.

She blinks back into reality only a moment later, to emphasize her previous words.

“But I know princesses are very nice, and you are very nice! Do you think you would want to be a princess? It seems like fun, but a lot of work.” She gives a supporting smile, attempting to console any nervousness the other girl has.

“...But...aren’t you...just being yourself? I mean...a name...doesn’t define you...r-right...? Someone c-could...suddenly call you by a new name but...that doesn’t...make it you. I know you...prob-bably don’t remember your name but I just...don’t think it changes you. Unless you want it to...I guess...”

Princesse sighed quietly, beating herself up internally. Why was she suddenly saying things like that? There was no point in questioning people’s beliefs-- it’d be easier to just...not say anything. So why was she even trying?

“I...think your mask is fine. Don’t worry...”

“U-uuuum...no I...really d-don’t want to be a Princess...I’m...not s-suitable for that job...s-since...I’m really not kind...you...j-just met me...”

Jolie Rose || Princesse || OPEN

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lennythedestroyer:

Lenny hope up from her spot on the floor with peppy speed, a mixed, confused jumble of expression spread across her face.

She’ll disregard the fact her butt hurts a bunch, and substitute it with profuse apologies instead of talking about her own troubles.

“No, it’s my fault! You don’t have to blame yourself for liking to look at things that are nice, I do it too!” She gives a warm smile.

Lenny finds herself shaking her head to regain her senses, mishearing that Princesse called herself “not pretty”. Surely untrue, she’ll disregard it as simply mishearing her.

“Oh! Uhm, the letter said my name was Lenny. So I think that’s who the world wants me to be right now! And if the world wants you to be a princess, you must be very lucky! You definitely have all of the qualities of one!”

Realizing that she actually may be in the presence of royalty, she quickly bows, straining her face to be blank and serious. Though even when she tries, it looks silly, her cheeks bubbled and eyebrows creased.

Rubbing her arm nervously, Princesse quickly looked away from Lenny, avoiding...eye contact? She couldn’t look at the mask on her face it was...creeping her out. Even though it was paired with such a kind voice it...was very unnerving. 

“N-no...no it’s...my fault I was in the way please...d-don’t blame yourself...”

“I’m...really...no Princess. I’m nothing like one... Princess’ aren’t...like me at all. They’re beautiful and gentle and delicate and graceful I’m...none of those. Y-you don’t have to bow I’m...just a normal person.”

Princesse tilted her head, looking slightly confused.

“...Um...what does it mean...to be “Lenny”...like how is that...any difference from...you?”

Jolie Rose || Princesse || OPEN

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She had been wandering for awhile, but she couldn’t seem to find anything to do. It wasn’t necessarily that there was nothing to do...she just didn’t want to do any of those things. Not to mention most of the other passengers could be found around the ship, and she wanted to avoid them at all cost. 

What kind of a Princess was she?

It was a silly thought-- playing along with the names they were given almost made her feel less nervous about it all, like it was just some weird play. But she wasn’t a Princess. She wasn’t generous, or kind, or beautiful. She was just...herself. Clumsy, selfish and plain. If it wasn’t for her hair being dyed pink, she would look like any other school girl. She...was really nothing special.

Her thoughts were quickly interrupted as a stranger nearly bumped into her and began to apologize. Oh no, she was absolutely stuck in this conversation. There was no way out of this.

“Um...i-it’s okay...don’t worry it...w-was my fault...I wasn’t...paying attention to where I was going...”

“My name...? It’s...Princesse. I um...d-don’t know much French though...so...sorry...”

A Chance Encounter | Phantom | Prologue | Open

It was to a gentle caress of the cheek and soft whispers of sweet nothings that he had gone to bed last night with, and neither were present when he woke up. His golden-blond locks trailed across his field of view, and there was something on one side of his face, but he didn’t think anything was wrong…What had happened last night though?

Those memories were there, and yet not there, and somehow he didn’t care, for he was everywhere and nowhere at once and his name, his name- what was his name?

To this thought, he blinked, before rising up from his bed- not his bed, and definitely not the bed of that adorable girl who had requested his company. He felt…calm. At peace. The rocking of the room did little to change his flow of thought, although he still pondered the peculiar circumstances he had woken up in. This room was clearly that of a state room - the rocking only exacerbated the fact that he was on a ship. The back of his mind argued that he had not gone to bed in any cruise, nor did he go to bed fully-clothed to begin with, and he agreed. Perhaps a look around would help?

Dearest Phantom, Thank you for choosing Higendou Cruise-lines. I do hope you enjoy your cruise, along with the rest of your co-passengers. There are…

Dully, his subconscious registered his apparent name. Phantom? He took another look in the mirror, and the pieces fell into place. Or as in place for him as things were honestly going to get.

The opera mask and elegant dress code felt familiar - very familiar to Phantom, in fact. He felt very much at home in the outfit of his namesake, though admittedly this was the first time he was unable to remove the mask. There was also the issue of his blinding bangs to consider, but as he reached up to brush them aside, a foreboding thought struck him and he dropped his hand.

…Well, maybe my co-passengers can shed some light on this.

He opened the door only to have a large anthropomorphic cat whack his face with one paw. He could tolerate that as an accident since it appeared it was trying to knock, but he didn’t appreciate Deadline knocking twice more. Muttering curses under his breath as he rubbed his nose, he listened to their spiel, before watching them move on to the next door down.

So they were on a cruise ship. Phantom considered the possible implications of this as he wandered around the floor. Occasionally, he caught a glimpse of someone else, but they were either busy with their own awakenings, or having an existential crisis. As he turned a corner, however, he abruptly came to a halt as someone else had been turning the corner with him.

“Ah, my sincerest apologies.” He said, holding out a hand. “I am still attempting to grasp the situation we have found ourselves in, and did not mean to bump into you. Je m'appelle Phantom, bonjour. It’s a pleasure to meet you…if I may know what you refer to yourself as?”

And as he listened to their response, he couldn’t help shake the feeling that the masks that he, his new acquaintance, and everyone else had been wearing meant something. If only he could remember what.

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sicknessanddesair:

Plague nodded a bit and stroked the beak of his mask as if it was something he was used to before speaking up again.

Truly none of this makes any sense…did you see those…odd animals?

“Y...yes I did. Um...a...are they...real...? I don’t see how they could b-be but...well...I don’t know h-how anything could be...real...right now...”

Taking a strand of hair in between her fingers, Princesse began to twirl it and bite her lip. It was...obvious how nervous she was. But she couldn’t walk away now.

An Interesting Situation/Plague/Open

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lennythedestroyer:

All that fear and anxiousness that have left Princesse may has well come right back, as Lenny charged into the room.

“WOW! So pretty! I wonder why all the other rooms can’t be as pretty as this one!”

She spins around wildly, taking in the atmosphere, but not Princesse. Unfortunately for both of them, Lenny’s unsafe nature collided with Princesse, leading the girl with the strange mask to bump into the pink haired one.

Lenny falls onto her posterior, rubbing her hair.

“Ahh…sorrysorrysorry!” The mixed expression on Lenny’s face exemplifies her guilt.

She looks up to see Princesse.  “Oh my goodness! You are so pretty!”

She didn’t notice the other person enter the room...somehow. Despite the loud voice coming from the other, Princesse was fully engrossed in the sight of the stage. It was so beautiful, she couldn’t stand to take her eyes off of it.

That is, until she was slammed into, causing her to fall as well. Without wasting even a moment, she picked herself up and brushed off her skirt, trying to fight back tears in her eyes. 

“A-ah...! I’m s-sorry...I’m sorry if I was...in your w-way...! I shouldn’t have b-been...staring off lik-ke that...it’s m-my fault...!”

Princesse brought up a hand to wipe the tears on the brim of her eyes before looking down at Lenny, face...growing redder than before.

“O-oh my um...! N-no...I’m really...not very pr-pretty...but thank you...um I’m Princesse...by the way... C...can I...ask for your name...? S-sorry...”

Jolie Rose || Princesse || OPEN

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sicknessanddesair:

Of course, why would you know as well….this is very unsettling yes.

Ah and you may address me as Plague….I assume that like me,,you are unable to recall your name?

Fidgeting, Princesse continued to stare down at her feet. She...was nervous. And it was not getting easier to talk to him. If anything it was getting harder-- with how...proper he spoke. It was too much for her.

Oh god she felt like she was going to faint.

“N-no...! I didn’t...m-mean it like that just...s-sorr-ry if I came off as rude...but I d...don’t think any of us...know w-what’s happening...”

This was not getting better! She was beginning to feel lightheaded. 

‘Breathe █████, you have to breathe when you feel like this...’

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale...

“...Plague...? I guess that um...is fitt-ting with your...mask...a-and yes...! I can’t...remember it at all...it doesn’t...make any sense...”

An Interesting Situation/Plague/Open

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Stopped in her tracks, Princesse felt her body tense. Was...someone addressing her? Oh no...this wasn’t good. This was horrible. Was there no way to get out of this situation? She was beginning to feel nervous, sweat building up on her forehead. Aware that it would be incredibly rude of her to walk away without saying a word, so she turned around to face the mysterious stranger.

...Oh. Scary. Did she...have to talk to him? No-- it was too late now. There was no chance to turn back. Swallowing hard, Princesse played with her fingers nervously, avoiding meeting his eyes accidentally.

“U-uh...hello...? Who um...might you be...?”

She didn’t really care enough to know. But it was just polite.

“...No I...have no idea. I don’t...think any of us would really k-know...I can’t see...see how...”

Pausing for a moment, Princesse looked down at her feet and spoke quietly, barely even above a whisper.

“...I’m...Princesse...”

An Interesting Situation/Plague/Open

The feeling of something soft under his body was immediately a tell-tale sign that something was off for Plague..his own bed was not soft like this.the second thing was the fact that when he opened his eyes the ceiling he stared at was not one he knew. There was also the gentle rocking motion….hm yes from what Plague could quickly piece together he was on a ship…nothing else would make a room move like this. Speaking of this room, he needed to take a better look at it, after all he had just woken up in it.

Lets see, bed, table, tv..yes it as all fairly standard stuff that something like a hotel room woudl have..and there was a porthole that confirmed for sure where Plague was…but how did he even get here. He was not a fan of the sea and would never of willing gotten on a ship..and if he did he would remember doing so..and he didn’t.

The next thing Plague found of note was..a note. It seemed to be refering to him but it used the alias of “Plague”…..which felt right to him…but that surely wasn’t his name..and yet he couldn’t remember what his name was…yes that’s truly troubling..he better search for an answer..perhaps the captain of this ship has the answer.

Plague quickly went to the door of the room he woke in and opened it, only to be greeted by…furries? Is that what they were….whatever..he had better things on his mind then that and he just slipped by them to hunt down an answer..not even wanting to try and get one from…those.

Oh wait..right before him seemed to be another normal person, perhaps they knew what was going on.

“Greetings, hello”

Plague stated, his voice muffled and almost deadpan, opposite his hands which moved as he talked.

Do you perhaps know what is going on?

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Jolie Rose || Princesse || OPEN

How did she end up in this situation?

She didn’t care for cruises– or trips in general. They were…boring. It was hard to be interested in something you’ve done so often throughout your life. So why would she even be here?

Perhaps it was her parent’s idea. That would make sense. They loved finding ways to get her out of the house. Though that didn’t explain the mask and why she couldn’t seem to get it off. It was creepy, but at least she got a very pretty one with a name to match. Princesse…it didn’t fit her, really, but it was a nice fantasy.

She stepped out of the room, only to become even more confused.

“H-huh…?”

Blinking, her eyes followed the animals as they moved on to the next person, tilting her head in confusion. What on Earth were those things…? She tried to shake off the confusion once she noticed…people. There were other people here. Of course, what kind of cruise was meant for only a single person?

Still, she felt her body stiffen, and she quickly turned to look at the map of the ship. There…had to be somewhere else she could go. From the look of things, there were just…too many people here. It was…scary.

So with a brisk pace, Princesse began to leave the sleeping quarters and find a place where she could be alone. Though her room would’ve been an alright option it…was too small. There was no way she was going to get any thinking done in a place like that. And that was how she found herself in the banquet hall.

The moment she walked in her eyes widened in wonder, marveling in its beauty. With gentle steps, she wandered farther in until she reached the stage, looking up at it.

“Oh my…t-this…this room is beautiful…”

For a moment, she felt all the fear and anxiousness melt away.

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Masquerade 3 Life: Official Roster!

Welcome Aboard…

Asclepius

Blade

Chai

Epoque

Lenny

Medusa

Moon

Phantom

Princesse

Shiba

Spectre

Trident

Trois

Yvonne

Famine

Plague

War 

Death

You will be joined by Deadline (Top Left) and Futility (Top Right) aboard the HSC Aetherous. Enjoy your Cruise.